I must look like I know where I'm going

Just an observation from my first week in London: I must look like I know where I'm going, because I'm always being asked for directions. This happened three times this evening (and two out of the three times I actually was able to give directions!). It's also happened almost every day I've been out and about here, usually more than once each day.

This isn't really a new phenomenon. I remember walking in my brother's neighborhood in the Hague, Netherlands a few years ago and someone stopped and asked me directions. Of course they asked them in Dutch, so I was completely stumped!

I think there is something to the fact that I try to look where I'm going. My mom taught me that trick years ago as a safety measure, and it was reiterated when I took a women's self defense class. The only trick is if you look too much like you know where you're going then you are asked for directions and you cover is blown!

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